[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black sevilleI follow two my behind a truck with half a milI make my first stop at my homeboys ranch I ask him "what's in the bag" he says "two acres of plantsIt's easy going in but hell gettin outI want to make this paper and I think I know howsurprise surprise I done made it back homein an ice cream truck "who want to buy a snow cone"

Hook - repeat 2XI'm going to the valleyVauco the valleyI'm goin to the valley what you think fo

[4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valleyWe be hustlin on blocks moving in and out the alleyWe call it medicine that's what you need when you get sickSometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brickAcross, across the state line just me and my girlfriendFrom powder to pine I got money on my mindStop wasting all my time and get me over to the spotUnload all the cargo and meet me at the docks

[5] - Going back to the valley staying on top of my gameMeeting up wit my bitches snow white and mary janeOnly thing that ever mattered to me Stacking dollars shit we making a weekWho the cowards who the killas who's the niggas wit scrillaFelt all up in they pockets rocking fo' niggas that try to kill usThen maybe later you bitches bother me You wanted to pay you too late don't bother calling me

[6] - Going to the valley fo' soldiers in a caddy And in the back of the caddy got fifty pound of smallyTryed to jack but can't catch meI just keep that paper stackingAlways packin never slacking leaving you hoe ass niggas unhappyChopping burs when able, fucking hoes on the tableWatching cable in a Sable, Dope House is the labelSelling em three for ten to my closest friendsRolling back to H-towm big body Benz

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[7] - Houston Texas cowboy wit a dime and a fiesta saddleAnd I'm moving mo weight then a whole herd of cattleI grip up the grain blowing up the panhandlemobile phone on scramble cause rap hustlin is a gambleBrick moving these H dudes gonna keep you grooving pursuingShit, hell on my surella ice water lyrical good fellaSPM got the hook up, say watch out I hit the highway, let twenkies crawlI'm going to the valley

[8] - Man I'm flipping up to Mexico to hit some licksIn a Navigator bus bringing back some bricksGet to checkpoint now I'm past the bordertell my guy alemar to play some moreFat money cause we in the mixI got that white girl and that stinky bitchBetter ryders and roamers can't really ask "We going out T?" "Bitch I'm headed to the valleySo I'm out about to make some moneyPull up to a trailor wit about 800Unload it I flip it get paid let's rideChunk a deuce to the guys and I'm back to SouthsideCruisin wit a couple of pinesTrying hard as hell to make it back to H-TownFlippin but only make one stopThen I'm buring out moving shit to a dope house

[9] - Cruisin to the valley checking up on me camposMake thirty calls so I can wire free samplesGet me a plane so I can make my dropsFlying real low to avoid the copsWeighing my weed on a digital beamWrapping it in a plastic quick so I can make my greenMy windows are tinted so nobody sees in itWit mary jane and snow white the sky's the limit

Hook[10] - My package is small, stack em in the entire wallFuck the chotha must be locaEverything a nigga want make it to the border wit the mothaPockets rising better quit sizing me upBut these coffe beans fucking the smell upWhat's up, back in the city de bull lada I'm talking prontoCall me the head honcho start a new revloutionlike a back poncho He yah see yah wouldn't want to be yahGots to flee, start the GSwitch the ride I'm headed back to the valley

[11] - Get um up hit em upThey want to know what it is all aboutThey way that we roll down southStart baby wit dope house josie wells gonna there ain't nuthin funna then being and outlaw runna stunna pimpin in a humma millennium smugglerDope game juggla, no nuts no gloryReal mobsters, they never worrybut we ain't home yet so don't get happywe ain't paid Officer O'MalleyThinking of my profits going to the valley It's all cavi

[13] - I'm a creep 59to the end of the rainbow land of the llelloDope fiends on my payroll, got rocks to blowbehind the stop and go they holla goodness graious great balls of snowDon't speed or trip when you see the lightscause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyesin H-Town the business in boomingbut it won't last long if you don't know what you're doing

[15] - Who rides like me come wrapped that tightlyL be's moving by the tonPacked up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77 Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35wit my cheeder just gettin mineYou know me your boy O-ZNever left lonely wit out my G seeOne trip cocks a flip The way I flip multiplies a chipI'm steady ?? cash flowTransactions stacking paper rollsThe currency connect from Houston to the valley